Help.
I'm slowly caving in on my thoughts. The voices are getting to loud. I can't take this anymore. I'm going for a walk.
"Where are you going," my stupid shit for a sister asks me when I get up from my bed. We share a room. More like a holding cell in hell. For all I care she can go fuck herself.
"For a walk. Wanna come," I ask with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
She looks at me like I'm fucking stupid then says, "Why would I? It's freezing." She then goes back to texting her snooty friends on her phone.
I put on my jacket and walk outside. It's just starting to snow again. I saw the owl again. I wonder where it's going.
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March 6th
Подростковая литератураLeanah Willyemz, a sixteen year old tells how she prepares for the biggest dedication of her life. Go or no go? Deal or no deal?
